Over at
jmhm, a discussion of (and link to) really bad seventies pop music. Damn. Now I have "Angel of the Morning" stuck in my head.
But what about the eighties? I don't care how popular the song was, or how brilliant Bobby McFerrin is (which I will concede), every time I hear "Don't Worry, Be Happy" I want to commit an act of violence, preferably upon the singer or songwriter. That it beat out Tracy Chapman's brilliant, searing, "Fast Car" for Song of the Year is both an indictment of the Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences and a sad commentary upon America in the Reagan/Bush pere years.
But what about the eighties? I don't care how popular the song was, or how brilliant Bobby McFerrin is (which I will concede), every time I hear "Don't Worry, Be Happy" I want to commit an act of violence, preferably upon the singer or songwriter. That it beat out Tracy Chapman's brilliant, searing, "Fast Car" for Song of the Year is both an indictment of the Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences and a sad commentary upon America in the Reagan/Bush pere years.